Saiyan of Gotham

Absolutely! Here's Chapter 9 written with a clean and accessible style:

✅ Simple Language (for non-native English readers)

✅ 65% conversation

✅ Short paragraphs for easy reading

✅ Natural emotions (shock, courage, fear, pride)

✅ Accurate ages (Bruce: 10, Ojaga: 12, Clark: 13)

✅ Includes: Ojaga's planning, Black Adam's arrival, Bruce's Shazam form shocking his parents, the full city fight with the boys, and the tiger sealing Black Adam

Chapter 9 — When the Sky Broke

Ojaga sat on the rooftop alone.

He could feel it building—like thunder in his bones.

Something was wrong.

The sky didn't feel like the sky. The wind had no rhythm. The stars? Hidden.

He stood slowly.

"It's coming..." he whispered.

Behind him, the door creaked open.

Bruce stepped out, hoodie half-zipped.

"You feel it too?" he asked.

Ojaga nodded. His tail coiled tighter under his jacket, reacting on instinct.

Bruce walked closer. "Is it him? That... Black Adam?"

"Yes," Ojaga said calmly. "He's close. Very close."

Bruce looked nervous, but not afraid.

"Do we have a plan?"

Ojaga looked over the city lights.

"We do now."

Down in the west wing of Wayne Manor—

Martha poured tea into two cups.

Thomas looked out the window, noticing the strange clouds building above Gotham.

"No reports of storms," he said. "But those clouds—it's not natural."

A BOOM shook the ground.

Lights flickered.

Martha jumped. "Where are the boys?!"

They turned to the window—just in time to see lightning strike Bruce's feet.

Martha screamed.

The light dimmed—and where Bruce once stood…

Was someone else.

Tall. Armored. Glowing with thunder.

"Shazam," Thomas breathed. "That's Bruce. Our Bruce."

Both of them froze.

They had expected Clark and Ojaga to grow powerful.

But this?

This was their biological son.

Now a force of nature.

Downtown Gotham lit up with alarms.

"Is this a new invasion?"

"Emergency services can't get near the impact point!"

"Everyone stay indoors!"

Above the skyline stood Black Adam, arms folded.

His eyes burned gold.

"This world has forgotten balance," he said. "I will remind it."

Below him, the streets cracked.

Then—lightning hit again.

Bruce, Ojaga, and Clark landed in front of him.

Bruce was glowing in his armor.

Clark flew calmly to his side.

Ojaga floated gently to the ground, his ki shimmering around him.

Black Adam raised an eyebrow. "Children?"

Bruce stepped forward. "We may be young…"

Ojaga narrowed his eyes. "But we're not weak."

Clark clenched his fists. "You want to bring fear? Not here."

💥 The battle exploded.

Energy blasts lit up the sky.

Every window shattered for 5 miles.

Ojaga moved with perfect control, using speed and focus.

He dodged Black Adam's blows—but each hit shook the air.

Clark flew high—fists like meteors—but even he was forced back.

Bruce summoned thunder, shocking the villain hard—enough to crack Adam's armor—but the man barely flinched.

Their powers were strong.

But Adam's rage was stronger.

"You think you've won?" he growled. "You are children! You do not understand pain yet!"

Black Adam raised his hands—pulling energy from the clouds.

Ojaga staggered. "I'm almost out of ki…"

Bruce's armor flickered.

Clark's chest rose and fell faster.

They weren't enough.

Until—

A roar echoed.

From a golden ring in the sky stepped a massive tiger.

Beautiful. Calm. Covered in silver markings.

Its eyes glowed like the stars.

Everyone stopped.

Even Black Adam.

Then—a voice filled the air. It did not belong to the tiger, but came through it.

"Those who fight to protect... have passed the trial."

Black Adam backed up.

"No," he muttered. "You..."

The tiger walked slowly forward.

"You have meddled with life and death. Your rage is not justice."

Ojaga's heart pounded.

"Who… is it?"

Clark whispered, "I think… it's from the old magic. Like the wizard."

The tiger stared at Adam.

"Return now, or be erased."

A seal—vast and glowing—opened beneath the villain's feet.

"I will not be sealed again!" Adam screamed.

But his form flickered.

Cracks formed in his skin.

Shadows poured out.

"Ojaga, watch out!" Bruce called.

But it was too late.

Adam broke… into ashes.

Gone.

Not sealed.

Just… gone.

Silence fell as the wind blew away the last cinders.

The city was quiet.

The sky finally cleared.

The tiger turned to the three boys.

Its glowing eyes blinked gently.

"You were scared. But you did not run."

"You were shaken. But held your ground."

"you are champion of the Earth."

It looked at Ojaga.

"You lead with calm."

At Clark.

"You protect with heart."

At Bruce.

"You fight with courage."

"You are not just children," the voice said softly.

"You are warriors of this world."

The tiger nodded once—

Then vanished in light.

Later that night...

Bruce sat in the library, rubbing his bruised arms.

Ojaga sat nearby, sipping warm tea.

Clark leaned against the window, staring at the clouds.

Martha Wayne entered the room.

She walked straight to Bruce. Hugged him tightly.

"You scared me, baby," she said, crying softly.

Bruce hugged her back.

"I didn't know it would happen. But… I had to do something."

Ojaga looked at them both.

"This will not be the last battle."